"You fucking cunt!" He slapped her across the face. Then he backhanded her with another vicious swipe that left the red imprint of his knuckles on her cheek.
She grinned up at him and smiled, too far gone to even feel the pain. "It doesn't matter how hard you slap me, Billy. Your withered little prick is still too small."
"Stupid cunt!" He whipped back his hand to let her have it again.
"Leave her be!" Hunk growled. He saw the way Veronica was gazing fondly at his huge cock, smiling and wetting her lips with anxious sweeps of her tongue.
Chapman felt a burst of rage but managed to contain it. What the shit, why tangle with that big, stupid gorilla? He thought. Let her try to suck his huge cock. It would be more punishing than another slap across the face.
"I've never seen a cock as big and beautiful as yours," she cooed in a faraway voice. "I can't wait to see if I can swallow it all!" She gripped his fucker and guided the thick head toward her lips.
In a normal state of mind, she never would have tried to suck down a cock even half the size of his. Her throat would have shriveled, shut in fear. But in her mood of utter detachment, she found it easy, even thrilling. She opened her mouth wide, tilted her head, and let her sultry throat conform itself to his cock's massive girth.
"Aaaahhhh," she gasped just before his cock filled her throat and choked off all sound. "Huummph."
Chap winced and blinked: Hunk's big cock reeked with the scent of her ass, and it must have tasted like a bag of wet manure, but she was licking and sucking like she'd never tasted anything better.
Hunk gave a grunt when her gliding lips reached the base of his prick shaft. The fluid, clinging pulse-waves in her throat did fabulous things to his nerves. He hissed sharply from the swell of wild joy, and his cock began to fire in the murky depths of her throat.
Chap watched the way her chest heaved and her craning neck rippled as she gulped down shot after shot of cum. Her eyes glazed with joy, and he thought: "Christ, we've turned her into a fantastic fuck machine. We may have done that damn cop a favor!"
Jason, the timid one, didn't see it quite that way. He was eager to feel the frantic pull of her lips on his prick again nd the wolfish hunger deep in her throat, but he was thinking: We've fucked her head. Her God damned mind is gone! And he wondered if her sanity would ever return.
CHAPTER SIX
Samantha Ballard stood naked by the edge of the tub, drying her silver curls with brisk strokes of a fleecy white towel. Grant remained in the hot, swirling water, letting it massage strength back into his powerful frame. He liked the low-angle view of her silvery cunt slit.
"How many times have we fucked now?" she asked, pulling the towel across her back. Her firm tits jiggled as she worked her arms back and forth. Her thrusting nipples were bright with little beads of water that sparkled like diamonds.
"Five," Grant said with a smile. He hadn't fucked that much at one time since his teens. Then he climbed out of the tub and reached for another towel. "I don't know about you, but I'm about ready for seven."
"What happened to six?"
"I mean Code Seven. Our dinner break. I could use something to eat."
"I guess I could too. Got any place special in mind?"
He named the most exclusive and most expensive restaurant in town.
"Christ, that will cost a fortune!"
"Not a dime," he told her. "The owner owes me a favor."
"Does everybody in town owe you a favor?"
"Almost."
"That's a form of graft, you know. Accepting favors like that is forbidden by Department Directive number…"
"I know the book. I helped write it. And if the lieutenant and the captain weren't getting cash pay-offs from every pimp and card shark in town, I'd pay for my own dinner."
"And mine too?" she asked.
"Shit, no. You wanted equality, you've got it."
"You bastard!" She could see the twinkle in his eyes and knew that he enjoyed teasing her.
She whirled the damp towel into a long twisted coil and snapped it dangerously near the tip of his dangling cock.
"You little bitch!" He grabbed her before she could yank the towel back. She giggled and squirmed as he pushed her toward the bed.
"I thought you wanted dinner."
"I do. But I'm going to eat you first!" They tumbled on to the bed together, and he buried his face in her sweet pussy.
"Huunnngh!" she groaned, arching her back and quaking beneath him as she felt the pressure of his tongue. It slid down one puffy outer cunt lip, up the other, and then circled to find her clit.
"Aaahhhh, best dinner I ever ate!" The taste of her pussy made his cock begin to throb, and her joyous writhing made his heart race.
Samantha slid her hands down and fingered the silver-haired lips of her pussy apart, baring the soft pink cunt gash between. "Suck that," she said. "Spear my cunt with your tongue. Nothing makes me want to fuck more than having my pussy licked."
Samantha had discovered the pleasure points of her body early in life. Even before she was old enough to start school, she found excitement stroking and probing her then-hairless little cunt. It got better as she grew older, as her feminine instincts and senses matured. Even now, she could spark thrilling climaxes with her own hands.
"Up a little higher!" she cried. "Get it under my clit and lift it. Hhhmmmmm, yeah. Now spin my clit with your tongue. Unngh! Pretty soon it will swell big enough to suck! That really drives me wild!"
Grant enjoyed her frankness and the easy way she guided him toward making her pleasure extreme. He felt as anxious and compelled to fuck as when they first walked in the room, but now in a different way. He found it easier to hold his own passions in control in order to satisfy hers. He wanted to hear her gasp and moan and finally scream at the thrilling peak of her next climax. Only by giving her that thrilling shock of ecstasy could he feel fully satisfied himself.
Realizing that sent a shiver up his back. The selfless desire to share was a definition of love – maybe the best definition there is. It wasn't just lust he felt for her now, it was LOVE! Somehow, she'd broken through the tough, uncaring shell formed over the years of wearing a badge and a gun.
Grant felt suddenly vulnerable. As a matter of fact, he felt like an ass for letting it happen.
"Ooohhhhhhoooo, Grant!" she wailed. "Your tongue is driving me crazy! Lap and suck me some more. I love it. Hhhhmmmmm, I love what you're doing to my cunt!"
Sam spread her legs and lifted them straight up, then pulled them toward her head. She lay upon her back, looking up between her feet at their reflection in the mirror.
Grant's head bobbed up and down in the valley of silver cunt hair. He licked and smacked the pungent pussy oils rising from her fuck tunnel. His hands slid up her sides, making her writhe with delight, twisting and grinding her flesh against the silky, fur-like spread.
"Oooooh, God! Make me cum with your tongue, Grant. Keep fucking into me until I scream!"
He'd planned to do exactly that, and then start fucking her before the heat and tremors of her orgasm passed. When her clit swelled, and he could suck the little nub between his lips, he ground his chin on the soft lips of her cunt.
"Uuuunangh, Christ. Ooooggghhhhh!" Nothing could compare to the tossing waves of pleasure she felt now. He lipped her bulging clit first, until it swelled hard, and then he raked it with his bared teeth.
"Ooooh, you bastard – you big, beautiful, cunt-sucking bastard! Eat me, damn you. Eat me alive! I want to cum and gush fuck honey all over your face!"
He could feel the damp warmth spreading already. It ran around his lips and dribbled off his chin. He lowered his head, rocking it up and down until his nose pressed on her aching little clit while his tongue slid in and out of her cunt slit.